The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1887-05-21

modest wants.
For six years I had home in my
friends house, she alone knowing that
Miss Jane Gray was the missing Ella
ThorRe advertised by her relatives, more
to save their own reputation than from
any interest in her fate. made, no
doubt, niue days wonder in A,
and then my uncles, aunts and cousins
probably forgot my existence. Charlie,
perhaps, was one of those seeking me,
but was resolved never to share my
fortunes with his.
When the death of my friend and
beneractress was added to my list Of
sorrows, l was known enough in Ceyc-
land to retain my scholars, and found a
new home with Mrs. Burgess
was still sitting with locked door,
brooding over the past, and unconscious
that Christie had been gone three hours,
when Mrs. Burgess came to my room,
demanding admittance in an excited
voice. opened the door at once.
"Oh, Miss Jane! Miss Jan9p she
cried, Charles has comet Charles has
come! and he wants to see your
wants to see mef'
"Oh, yes! It's the strangest thing al
together! He has been here more than
an hour; he met Christie ut the party;
and, only think, he has been home over
three months, part of the time in A
and part here, trying all the time TO find
us, so it was no wonder Christie's name
struck him at once at the party. He
ia hed to her little while and then
came to me- But am talking on, and
forgetting that we arc keeping him wait
ing. VIII you come down"
but what can he possibly want of
mc?'
"To thank yon, guess, for sending
Christie to the party. He knows she
could not have gone but fer your kind
ness"
l went down stairs very slowly. I
went into the dining-room first and there
heard little hustle of arrival Christie
had come and was again welcoming her
uncle. There was 10 venerable white
haired gentleman, such as | had pictured
this Uncle Charles, now standing before
Christie under the entry lamp. This
man was tall and handsome, barely 30
years Of age, in the full vigor of youth.
Just as Isaw him he was saying:
81 could not askyou in those crowded
rooms, Christie; but if you will unclasp
that bracelet for me and let me see the
initials engraved inside / shall be very
glad. IL saw set like them once.
They are very odd; Miss Gray, you
saidY'
eyes; she lent them to me for this
evening"
"she-she-bought them of some one
did she not?"
ooh, no; they we're gift from a
friend who invented the design. Here
is the bracelet, Uncle Charles"
His hand trembled so that he could
scarcely hold it while he read the initials
&C. r." to Il. T."
l could not resist any longer. Try
ing TO steady my steps, ! went to meet
him.
ella. my Elap That was the cry
Of my faithful lover as he claspcd me in
his arms.
"Minc again; mine" he murmured.
And |, in a dream OF bliss that was al
most delirium, could only lie there, too
happy to speak.
But said Christie, presently, "whot
is it all2'
"She is my betrothed wife, he an
swered, in a broken voice, ''whom !
have sought for seven long years, but
now VII hold till death parts US, " and he
strained me to him as If he meant the
words literally
but why didn't you tell as, Miss
Jane. said Christie.
chow could / dream that your Uncle
Charles was ny CharIief' l said. '.And
now, how is III Your name is not Bur
CESS, Charle"
''No, but my haif-brother's was"
"Why, to be sure" said Mrs. Burgess,
"we never told you that Charles was